Shaken, Maybe a Little Stirred - Domino vs. Ophelia Noir

[CyanDimitrik]

Her exasperation only made it a little more fun. Which probably only made the poor girl more exasperated. What a vicious cycle, all thanks to catching some flirtatious strays. She would be sorely mistaken if she thought this would mean the end of it, however.

"Only a little!," Domino protests, feigning innocence. All the while, he's terribly charmed by her use of the British vernacular. Something about her coming in brimming with confidence and pizazz, only to find herself flat on her back, her face squeezed against his chest, and inconsolably annoyed makes the moment so sweet and endearing, he'd expect to find a Hallmark logo on it. It's kind'a really cute. Can't be helped.

Though perhaps he indulged too long, or got too comfortable teasing her. Suddenly her legs are scissoring around his head, instantly surrounding him in soft warmth. With a pull, he's yanked back towards the mat. His arms release Ophelia's head in favor of grabbing onto the nearest thigh, fingers pressing against the skin while the rest of his body thrashes and squirms on the mat!

[Shadowheart]

Her counter move had worked, and Ophelia took a precious second to catch her breath, still reeling from having Domino's weight bearing down on her just moments ago. She hadn't been paying that much attention to her headscissors hold - until she felt his hands gripping her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin with enough pressure to signal he was planning his escape.

No time to waste, then. Taking a sharp inhale, the actress tightened her legs around his neck, pouring every ounce of strength she had into the hold. She could feel his body writhing on the mat, and the camera above the ring captured every twitch of his muscles as he struggled.

To make his situation even more difficult, Ophelia shifted her weight and sat up, bracing herself with her palms pressed firmly against the mat behind her. She arched her back a little, letting out a soft, determined grunt as she increased the squeeze, her thighs clamping down like a vice around his neck. She knew it was too early in the match to expect a full submission, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him slip out easily. If she could wear him down here, even just a bit, it'd give her a solid advantage. "Let’s see how long you can handle this, luv." she murmured with a smirk, eyes staring down at her opponent as she watched him struggle.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was busy feeling out the tightness of her legs clamping against him, probing for a weakness or opportunity to pry her legs apart. But all she did was sink into it more deeply, shifting the grip from his head to his neck! And while the feel of her smooth thighs wasn't altogether unwelcome, his heart raced with the innate awareness that he couldn't remain like this, being choked out.

But how very like a spy girl. Going for headscissors, using their legs like this. What a classy gal.

"Hggk!" The problem with these holds is they give no opportunity to respond, retort, or really say much of anything! And if left unattended too long, can actually swing the result of a match! But there's no muscling his way free of this. If his questing fingers have found anything, it's that the girl's thighs are tensed, strong, and did he mention smooth? Because they are.

As his muscled frame thrashes against the mat, his boots plant against the mat and his hips push upwards, arching his body against the mat and testing her balance in that position. Sleek abdominals are flexed, caught glistening under the bright overhead lighting.

[Shadowheart]

Ophelia didn't have much of a plan at the moment, but it hardly seemed to matter. Domino was clearly struggling, his fingers gripping her thighs in a futile attempt to pry them apart. That effort only bolstered her confidence, fueling her resolve to keep him right where he was.

Her expression was fierce, lips pressed into a firm line, her sharp pink eyes fixed intently on the writhing model as she maintained the pressure, thighs tightening with every flex as the cameras around the arena captured the moment in vivid detail. The tension in the air was very noticeable, the whole audience almost collectively leaning forward to see just how long Domino could endure the hold.

But the wily model wasn't about to stay trapped for long. In one swift motion, the man arched his body upward, forcing Ophelia's hold into an awkward, off-balance angle. She let out an irritated grunt, her legs faltering as she struggled to adjust and keep her grip... but it wasn't enough. The awkward position made it difficult to maintain the hold, and after a moment, she let out a frustrated exhale and released him, quickly scooting backward to put some distance between them.

Not one to stay down for long, Ophelia was back on her feet in an instant, brushing a loose strand of pink hair out of her face as she shot Domino a determined look. "Come on then," she said, a bit of her British lilt dripping with challenge. "We’re not done yet."

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was banking on her balance holding steady. The longer she remained in place, the better chance he had of lining up a counter-attack, fresh out of this compromising and, in any other context, inviting predicament. But his opponent has played it more cautiously, opting to keep herself more steady rather than trying to hold onto the position against the odds.

He's not disappointed. Every little thing she does, it gives him a little more insight into who she is and how she wrestles. Plus, he's getting to breathe freely now. Hair a bit disheveled from the scissor, Domino quickly sits up and pivots onto his knees, facing her.

"Hey."

He suddenly points across the ring to her.

"That's my line."

Recoiling back onto his feet with a recollected sort of feline grace, the model, takes a moment to roll his right shoulder, then left. And then, in a sudden burst of motion, he dashes towards Ophelia with the intent to rush her back physically into the ropes behind her, grab onto her wrist and shoulder, and with a sharp pivot, fling her across to the opposite ropes in an Irish whip!

[Shadowheart]

"Is that so? Well, I must've missed the trademark stamp on it!" Ophelia quipped back, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she confidently placed her hands on her hips. Her gaze stayed fixed on Domino, watching his every move as he began to rise to his feet. She half-expected a clever comeback, but instead, the model suddenly lunged at her!

Her eyes widened a bit in surprise, and a startled yelp escaped her lips as he closed the distance in an instant, easily forcing her back into the ropes. The strength behind his charge really caught her off guard - he was far stronger than she had anticipated.

Feeling the rough pressure of the top rope against her back, Ophelia had no time to process the situation before Domino sent her hurtling toward the opposite side of the ring. Her body moved faster than she could control, feet scrambling beneath her as momentum took over. Turning at the last second, she managed to let her back hit the ropes before they launched her forward again, sending her speeding straight back toward Domino. The sight of him, already poised and ready, told her she probably wouldn't like what he had planned for her return, but there was no stopping now.

[CyanDimitrik]

The British spy girl, standing there, looking smug - it was too perfect. And it would've been impossible to not enjoy the confidence she radiated. But, indeed, Domino was her opponent tonight. He couldn't go catching heart-eyes for the secret agent. Though that, in itself, would be playing into the cliche a bit.

His mind found itself wandering a little after the brief press of his body into hers. Because once she was sent hurtling to the opposite end of the ring, it was go-time. Domino rushes to the center of the ring to wait for her, and sure enough, that slender, fit body comes racing back in his direction. He meets her with his hands at her hip and shoulder to catch and pump her lightweight body up into the air, fueled with her own forward momentum! And as the girl drops, he catches her across his shoulders, one hand behind her neck with the other behind her legs, and instantly drops back to bring her down to the mat in a ring-shuddering samoan drop!

Quickly turning over onto his knee, Domino looks down at her to assess the damage. And then immediately kicks himself for not going for a signature move in that moment. That would've been the perfect comeback! He'd hit a signature, then go 'there's my signature' as if it were his name, or something cool and clever like that.

Ahwell. Hindsight.

[Shadowheart]

Ophelia tried to brace herself as she hurtled toward Domino, but there was no preparing for what came next. The moment his hands made contact, she was quickly launched into the air and a sharp cry escaped her lips as her body soared upward! Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by an eruption of cheers for the model's display of strength!

Before the actress could even think something to do next, she landed squarely on her opponent's broad shoulders, right where he wanted her. Domino then wasted no time, adjusting his grip in an instant before throwing his weight back and driving her body down with a Samoan drop!

Everything happened in a blur. One second Ophelia was airborne, the next, the unforgiving canvas met her spine. The ring rattled beneath her as she reflexively rolled onto her side, a hiss slipping through her teeth while one hand instinctively moved to her lower back, fingers pressing against the dull ache now pulsing through her body.

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring shudders under their combined weight impacting its surface, and Domino immediately sits upright again. Smiling in confidence to the crowd, he raises his arms to either side, hands bobbing to usher in and welcome the praise to follow. Wrestling fans aren't too hard to please. They came for high-octane physical competition. To watch things get rough. Domino's happy to give them that, to carve out his legacy with thunderous applause. He still has a way to go, but moments like these - they help.

Twisting over onto hands and knees, Domino quickly assesses the girl's condition. Reaching out, he seizes onto the bicep of her nursing arm with one hand, and tangles his fingers in the thick, luxurious hair behind her head with the other. Holding near the scalp, he pulls to haul her up to her feet, hoping to maintain control over her. And once standing, he tries to transition the hold to an inverted chinlock, tucking her head backwards beneath his right arm. Slowly, he adds a little pressure to constrict around her slender neck, bicep flexing in short, controlled bursts.

"So," he begins, periodically cinching on her neck, only to ease to let her breathe again. The idea is to slowly sap her strength and wear her down. "Got a favorite-," squeeze! ..relax, "-movie? Food?," squeeze! ..relax, "If I'm gonna be-," squeeze! ..relax, "-taking you home, I wanna-," squeeze! ..relax, "-show ya a good time!"